Popee The Performer Yaoi Novels & Stories

"Ahh! Dio!" Dionysus inserted his fingers inside Zoey's panty and pinched the sensitive bud above her entrance and Zoey exploded right there and then. And, because it was her first time to experience such mind-blowing release, she almost cried at how much her body convulsed again and again for waves after waves of pleasure. "Dio! Ahh. ."

Pope, dressed in nondescript work clothes, felt every eye on him as he entered. Carlo Rossi was at a back booth, a grizzled man in his sixties with a face like weathered driftwood and eyes that missed nothing. Two hulking longshoremen flanked him. Pope approached, his throat tight. “I’m looking for Carlo. I have a delivery from… the Snow Queen.” Rossi’s eyes narrowed. He gestured for Pope to sit. One of the bodyguards patted him down roughly, finding the USB drive.

Her hand reaches up, elongating her little frame and arching her back, the camisole top rides higher exposing a strip of smooth creamy skin and the narrowest waist. My dick gives an interested twitch, fingers itching to span that little waist and feel if that skin is as soft as it looks. She jumps up trying to get something just out of reach and the firm round mounds of her ass jiggle. I groan inwardly, my dick is more than interested now. As fun as this show was, it was also torture. I adjust my throbbing length before speaking. “What are you wanting little Pope?” I ask half amused, half exasperated.

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he murmured, “or you won't get your surprise.” Fortunately, Zia wandered off, busy in another part of her garden. I slid my hands under his chest. - I can not avoid. I've never seen you in jeans and a t-shirt. Very sexy, Paparino. He squeezed one buttock. - Behave yourself. I can't walk around workers with a hard-on and still maintain their respect. — Maybe they would respect you more if they could see what you have in store.

"Deeper, Holy Father... make me feel every inch of your sin." Sweat beaded on his forehead as he lost himself in the rhythm—the slap of skin, her cries mixing with his grunts, the forbidden thrill heightening everything. He reached around to rub her clit, feeling her tighten and shudder as she came hard, her body spasming around his cock. With a final, deep thrust, John followed, spilling inside her with a guttural groan, the release washing away weeks of built-up frustration. They stayed locked together for a moment, breathing heavily. Joy turned her head, a satisfied smile on her lips. "See? Even the Pope needs this sometimes.”

For this occasion, he had to wear an ornate mantle called a mantum and carried the ferula, a ceremonial staff topped with a crucifix. The Pope’s aura was one of solemnity and spiritual authority that reflected his role as a major religious figure. “Your Holiness, it is an honor to meet you”, Leonardo greeted. The Pope signaled him to lean down and whispered in his ears. “Call me Andreas, this clothes are uncomfortable. Don’t add to it by pulling these craps”, he said in a more cheerful voice. Sacrilegious words! Leonardo smirked. “It’s a deal, Andreas”, he whispered back and stood upright.

They took turns with me and the nuns, competing to make me scream louder. At one point Ren fucked my ass while David fucked my pussy, both cocks stretching me at the same time. I cried out in pure pleasure, my body shaking between them. The MILF nuns touched each other and me, their big tits bouncing as they moaned. I got to suck on two of their pussies while the men used my holes. We all moved together in a mess of bodies, tongues, and cocks. I lost count of how many times I came. The Pope watched with calm authority, sometimes giving soft commands like “Deeper” and “Let her release everything.”

She fumbled with his clothes, yanking at his tuxedo’s bowtie, pulling his shirt apart. “You want me naked, little dove?” he murmured against her mouth. “Yes, Papi. Let me see you.” “Start from the bottom. On your knees.” He helped her off the desk. She dropped to her knees without a word. She seemed so small below him, looking up like she’d worship him forever. “You want this cock in you, don’t you?” “Yes, Papi. I need it. Now.” “Then get it, kitten.” Her hands slid up his legs, eyes wide as she found the thick shape of his cock against his thigh.

That they could take what they wanted without asking. And Pope wanted me. I had seen it in his eyes in the way he had looked at me. I had thought he was just being overly friendly, trying his luck a little. But I knew differently. He hadn’t been admiring me as a woman. He had been lusting after me as a victim. An hour talking to Keeley and I knew it was true. She had told me everything. Every gruesome, gory detail of Pope's attack on her body. How he had called her Gio’s little whore as he took her in every way. How she had fought him.